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The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
The language of truth is unadorned and always simple.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
Icky icky icky icky fKANG zoop-boing n zowzyin...
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their read more
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.
There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.
There was speech in their dumbness, language in their very
gesture.
Male supremacy is fused into the language, so that every sentence both heralds and affirms it.
Male supremacy is fused into the language, so that every sentence both heralds and affirms it.
Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.
Spoken language is merely a series of squeaks.
